A sea of scratched blue marble,
    torn  and washed through the drought,
blanketing itself in one rushed and
tired blink, melting
  into my face.
Swimming delicately through my mind and
descending  … deeper deeper down my
core, into the ricocheting nothingness.
Dancing in the spacious goal.
Glowing incandescently with glee.
The scratched marble peaks out for a second at
the world,
  reality isn’t what its cracked up to be.
Slide back through your eyes and
into  the dark